It took half a day for Yang Yifei and Flavi to reach the center of the third layer of the prison, which was also the source of the demon's appearance.

Looking at the insect gate in front of him that was exactly the same as Andariel's, the corners of Yang Yifei's mouth hooked up a smile.

This is the fourth mission in Act II, but in the real world, he doesn't have to follow the steps at all.

For the first few tasks, you can wait for the Sandstorm mercenaries and the Royal Knights to finish their training, and then send them to complete them, and you only need to go straight to the Warlock Canyon.

In this way, the time saved can be used to cultivate and improve his strength as much as possible.

"Master, how can there be a gate of hell here? If there are gates of hell here, why didn't the previous jailers find out? ”

Yang Yifei said: "It should be done by Diablo, and besides, this is not the gate of hell, and the magic fluctuations are not right." ”

Flavi looked at him in surprise, "Not the Gates of Hell?" What is that? ”

Yang Yifei affirmed: "If I guessed correctly, this should be the passage into the Warlock Canyon, no wonder no one has ever found the Warlock Canyon for thousands of years, the Heradic clan is indeed a genius." ”

"You mean......" Flavi looked at the worm door with bright eyes.

Yang Yifei smiled and said, "Yes, Ta Laxia's treasure is ours, let's go!" ”

The tracker was the first to enter the worm gate, followed by Yang Yifei and Flavi.

When they passed through the worm gate, Flavi couldn't help but froze and muttered, "Here...... It's beautiful. ”

What appeared before their eyes was a starry sky, dotted with stars overhead, which seemed to be within reach, but in fact it was unattainable.

The whole space is a void, shimmering with boundless stars, like a dream, beautiful.

The stone passages and platforms are suspended in the galaxy out of thin air, unmoving.

"This is the strength of the Heradic clan, with the power of magic, they have opened up a different dimension, bypassing the Death Desert and leading to the Warlock Canyon."

Yang Yifei explained a few words, walked to the edge of the insect gate platform, stretched out his feet, his feet were weak, and there was no sign of falling, because there was no gravity below, just like when he held the gravityless meteorite in his hand.

It was a gravity-free space, and only the stone platforms and passages on which they stood beneath their feet had gravity.

If an ordinary professional is knocked out of a platform or passage, if there is no means of flight, he will never want to return to the platform, and can only float in the void forever, starving to death.

Yang Yifei looked at a group of sheep-headed people floating in the void not far away, with a pool of blood floating in front of them.

They were smashed into the air by the trackers who entered first, and they were dead the moment they were smashed out.

Yang Yifei and Flavi naturally don't worry about this problem, because they can both fly.

Walking down a section of steps from the stone platform at the insect gate, there is a large square platform with a side length of tens of meters, and there are passages in each of the four directions, which is a typical cross maze terrain.

"Master, where are we going?"

Flavi asked helplessly, she didn't understand, it was just a passage to Warlock's Canyon, why was it built into a labyrinth form?

If outsiders can't find it, even if it's a straight road, it doesn't matter! And if it is found by outsiders, no matter how complicated the labyrinth is, there will always be a time when it will be explored, and it is only a matter of time.

Yang Yifei said indifferently: "Just choose a direction!" Anyway, it's a 1 in 4 chance, and the big deal is to run all four directions. ”

Since the Desert of Death is to the south, the two chose the southern passage.

Originally, the two of them planned to put away the tracker's flying, but when they saw the ghost binary body "Demon Soul" flying around in that space, and the Vampire King of the Wanderer's advanced body floating around, they immediately dispelled this thought.

Flying in the sky can't use magic, guns alone can't deal with the two undead creatures of the demon and the vampire king, and Flavi can't even use magic bullets.

The two of them had to honestly walk along the passage less than a meter wide, all the way to the Fist of Heaven to open the way, as for the hell clan on the ground, the tracker waved the drum urn golden hammer, basically sweeping all the way.

With the aura of salvation in his body, the Vampire King's fireballs and walls of fire, and the lightning bolts fired by the ubiquitous magic traps, are no threat to them.

Flavi basically became a soy sauce player along the way, but as long as she followed the master, she was happy to play soy sauce.

The path of this shelter winds and turns, and the range is surprisingly large, but when there are no demons around, they don't follow the road, they just fly by, walking in a straight line.

It took four hours to finally reach the end of this direction, a huge platform.

The two sighed helplessly, and had to rest here for one night.

There is no alternation of day and night in the shelter, but from the perspective of time, it is already more than six o'clock in the afternoon at this time, and after eating, Yang Yifei released the bed and lay down to rest.

The demons in this direction had been emptied by them, and with trackers guarding them, they slept soundly.

Sleeping will not increase mana, but it can restore mental power, and when they are in the middle of the journey, they will not be able to cultivate, and many times, it is more important to maintain sufficient mental power than to ensure that mana is sufficient.

After waking up, solving personal problems, and having another breakfast, Yang Yifei put away the tracker and flew back to the central platform with Flavi, this time they chose the north.

This time it was a one-in-one chance, when he saw a pavilion at the end, and the mage inside who was wearing a blue mage robe inlaid with gold wire, a gold-inlaid two-cornered hat on his head, and holding a staff inlaid with a crystal ball on the top in his hand, Yang Yifei knew that he had found a place.

The summoner, that is, the fallen magician Herathan, is equipped with fourth-order magic, and his comprehensive strength is infinitely close to that of the Demon King.

So when he saw him, Yang Yifei decisively retreated 300 meters away with Flavi.

Heraldham wasn't alone, he was surrounded by a horde of Hellish and vampire kings.

"Vlavi, you're here sniping the summoner with a sniper rifle, and I'll rush over and clear him of the demons."

"Okay, be careful, master."

Yang Yifei smiled at her, pecked her lightly on the lips, and then launched a light exercise and rushed to the pavilion.

"Whew...... Call...... Buzz ......"

The nearest stone passage to the pavilion was less than 50 meters away, which was clearly within Herathan's cast range.

When Yang Yifei rushed here, the cold ice spires, the burning walls of fire, and the terrifying chain of lightning struck one after another.

Herathan occupies a favorable position, Yang Yifei never believes that Herasen's casting range can exceed 100 meters, if there is a passage or platform around 100 meters, he can abuse Herasen to doubt life.